A good holiday
Having a good holiday. On Tuesday – Ed’s birthday – we walked into the next village, had lunch (fish and chips – how British can you get? We couldn’t find any Portuguese food), walked back and rested for the remainder of the day.
Yesterday it rained on and off all day, so we slipped out between the showers for a fabulous, genuine Portuguese meal at a restaurant just down the road. Actually “slip” is an operative word, for Ed did precisely that on our return journey. There was a kind of slimy mud at the side of the road, he slipped on it and down he went. Since he’s six foot three and big with it, I was so afraid I wouldn’t be able to heave him up, but fortunately nothing was damaged and we reached home OK. Kept looking for signs of bruising, since the doctor put the fear of death into both of us by impressing upon us that we must return immediately at any signs of bleeding – because of the Warfarin – but happily, there was none. Not a bruise in sight.
Today has been gorgeous, warm and sunny with just enough breeze to keep us cool, so we walked the other way along the cliffs into that village, had a great lunch and walked back.
Would show you some photos, but have forgotten my Photobucket password or username or both, so you may have to wait until our return. Yet another senior moment….